Anyone, that is, except for the few people immediately behind Dechen. Though they will likely be otherwise distracted by the furious wall of wind deflecting both debris and the shock of the blast and the way the fires that catch are immediately strangled out of existence and the eerie glow that overtakes the figure that was a girl less than a moment ago.

When the smoke clears - 

Well. The smoke doesn't clear, exactly. The bombs seem to have set off some fires, and they're all quite enthusiastic about replenishing the supplies of smoke. But it does lessen, a bit, and reveal a scene of utter devastation. And there's a lot of bodies. Some of them are too mangled to make out, while others are bad enough that one might wish they were; the girl with glasses standing next to Mash had a chunk of steel punch straight through her throat and spinal cord, and if she wasn't lying horizontal there'd be a number of internal organs attempting to exit her body. Some parts of the ceiling have collapsed, burying people under rubble. Perhaps it's a mercy that the people under them can't be seen.

If so, it's a bit of a cruel mercy. 

"Kyao! Fou fou!"

Outside of Dechen, there's only one being in the room that can move under their own power. The squirreldog is nosing at Mash, concern audible in its voice.

There will be a reckoning.

Stance set wide, hands sweep low. Rubble and wreckage shifts and removes neatly from the bodies, living and dead. Hands above head, brought down in wavy arcs with a spin. Blood stops its seeping and returns to its body as wounds begin to knit closed. Straighten, arms snap to cross over chest. Burning fires wink out. Relax legs, hands push out then up and down. Inhaled smoke vacates damaged lungs, replaced by fresh air.

But not yet.

And Dechen stumbles, catching herself on one knee with a gasp, meeting the sight of the carnage around her with trembling gaze.

That... might have helped? It doesn't do anything for the people who were killed on impact, but at least none of the people who are just dying instead of dead are getting more crushed? And some of the rubble was pretty unstable before, and this probably averted any secondary collapses.

The situation is still pretty grim. Most of the light in the room is coming from fires; all the local light fixtures were smashed, and the ones in the hallway outside have dimmed to a dull red. There's a keening alarm klaxon interspersed with emergency announcements about fires and the power supply and containment walls, but nobody seems to be rushing to respond to them from the rest of the facility. 

He's coming, okay? He's a doctor, not an Olympian sprinter, and he needs to prioritize getting the backup generator online anyway.

She's got some freedom to move around now. That would be great, except for how she can't feel half her limbs and wishes she couldn't feel the other half. Something is licking her - oh, it's Fou. She can see movement in the distance. Her glasses are cracked and the air is smokey and her eyes are watering, so it's hard to make out any details, but if she tilts her head a bit-

"Dechen?"

"Mashu?" She will stand and attempt to make her way over to the girl.

"You're... okay?"

Her voice is more of a whisper than anything, and she follows it up with some horrible, half-aborted hacking coughs.

"Emergency Override: System switching to the final phase of rayshift. Coordinates: CE 2004, January 30th, Fuyuki, Japan. Laplace shifting protection established. Unsummon program set..."

"I am, but- What's happening?"

"Something exploded, but - I don't know what, it was supposed to be safe. You should get out of here."

"Warning: Chaldeas' state has changed. Rewriting Sheba's Near-Future Prediction data... Error, unable to detect the continued existance of mankind. Unable to confirm human survivors."

"Damage to systems spreading. Emergency Override: sealing central area..."

The blast doors come down; the thud of the impact echoes as they finally seal shut.

"Coffin Vitals: Baseline not reached, no eligible masters found. Searching for alternative qualifying masters... successful. Unsummon Program, start. Spiritron Conversion, start. Rayshift starting in 3... 2... 1..."

"First order, commence."

The world seems to blur around her, and for a brief moment the data her senses provides is overwhelmed with nonsense. Then, just as suddenly as she arrived in Chaldea, Dechen finds herself elsewhere.

She flinches when the doors slam shut, then again when everything blurs out.

Now what?

She's prone on her back in a city in flames! Honestly it's not that different than the place she just came from, but most of the fire is more distant and she's not totally sealed in by walls.

There's also someone standing over her! She looks familiar, but she's wearing complete different clothing, has an impractically large shield, and doesn't look like half her body just got totally crushed.

"Thank goodness, you're okay!"

"M..ashu?"

"Yes, it's me. Are you feeling okay? No dizziness, shortness of breath, pain?"

"N-no, but- How did we get here? What happened to the bomb? Why are you-" alive "standing?"

"We rayshifted here; I think this is singularity F. Chaldeas turning red must have triggered an emergency subroutine somewhere in Trismegistus somewhere, and you got dragged along as one of the only qualified masters in range. The reason I'm okay now - it's because I transformed into a servant."

"You say that very confidently so I'm going to assume it makes sense. Um, what about everyone else, then?"